#James Franco x reader

[jakegyllenbaalz]

james franko as harry osborn (spider-man, 2002)

[vampgal202]

Lights, Camera, Action (James Franco x Female reader)

summary: James Franco and Y/n always hated each other on set. But everyone could feel the undeniable tension between the two. One day when the pair have to film a sex scene for their new movie, the scene becomes a little too real.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, public sex, lap grinding, degrading kink, slapping.

"No please I'm fine!" I say to my manager, bickering at me through the phone. "Today you are shooting a few small scenes and the sex scene, honestly Y/n if you're not comfortable-" My manager responds back to me breathlessly. "I'm fine! I got to go, I have to get to the hair and makeup trailer, I'll meet you on set." I say, hanging up the phone, annoyance laced in my voice.

I was definitely not enthralled by the fact I had to shoot a very nude, intimate scene with James, but that's what actors do! James and I never got along, but we have been in more movies together than I could count. Our on-screen chemistry seems to be the main thing that keeps the money flowing in our pockets. I hate James, and since we have spent so much time with each other working on projects, he knows exactly what to say to push my buttons.

***

"It looks amazing, thank you..." I say under my breath to the hairdresser doing my hair. She smiles at me and exits my trailer. My hair was let down, flowing down the back of my robe. As my hairdresser exited, James entered. I turn in my chair to face him, giving him a bored expression. He was wearing the same white robe as me, and his hair was all-natural, revealing the small curls in his hair.

"What?" I say to him, standing up to grab a cigarette out of my purse. "why are you always such a moody bitch?" He says to me scrunching up his eyebrows, a look of confusion and disgust all over his face. I pause my movement, pulling the now-lit cigarette away from between my teeth. "What the fuck is your problem, I'm sorry that I'm not crawling up your ass every second like everyone else on set," I say to him, walking closer to him. He laughs, looking down at me like I'm some idiot.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He says to me, only a couple inches away from my body, looking down at me with so much hatred. I look at him for a second, scanning his face. "This is my trailer, you brought your sorry ass here to come to bug me because clearly, you got nothing better to do," I say to him, finding myself raising my voice. "My sorry ass? Good luck making your way around Hollywood without me, you self-righteous cunt." He spits back at me, now only an inch away from my face.

I slap him across the face making his head turn. He looks back at me, grabbing my jaw hard with his hand and slamming my back against the wall behind me. Before I know it his lips are on mine, forcefully kissing me, still tightly holding my jaw. My hand grabs the back of his hair pulling and tugging as he hungrily kisses me.

His tongue aggressively moves around my mouth, his body now fully pressed against mine. I can already feel the pool between my legs. Until he pulled off of me, letting go of my jaw and stepping back, looking at my body flush against the wall. He brings his fingers up to his now red, swollen lips, and drags his fingers against them, smiling, and walking out of my trailer.

***

"AND, ACTION." The director yells, and the camera starts rolling. I look into James's eyes as he's on top of me. I could feel his genital guard digging into mine, protecting us from actually having sex. I watched as he flicked his eyes down to stare at my unclothed tits. His large hands rubbed up the side of my body, grazing his thumb over my nipple. Although this is a scene, I can't help but feel aroused and I don't know why.

A sheet covers both of our lower halves, only exposing our naked torsos. James pushes his hand under the sheet, touching my genital guard. My eyes flick up at him, knowing that's not a part of the script, but I play into it. He removes my genital guard, looking up at me. My cheeks got hot at the thought of the whole cast watching, thinking this is just us 'acting.'

He removed his and looked at me, I nodded my head. I could see some confused stares from the people on set, knowing my head nod of approval was not in the script. I look away, trying to remember my line but hesitating as he slides himself inside of me. I say my line, trying to keep the sheet from slipping off of us. I tried to keep my moans minimal as to the script, but I couldn't help it.

His cock is thick and big, fucking me so good. I didn't care anymore, I pulled him down kissing his lips, completely moving off the script. The directors didn't stop us, because the acting looked too real to intervene. He swirled his tongue around my mouth, fucking me harder. I could feel the feeling building up in my stomach indicating I was gonna finish soon.

My moans become louder and the scene becomes more heated as I grab onto him, ready to finish, right here. "AND CUT." The director yells and James pulls out of me, putting his genital guard back on, leaving me under the sheets. "This is not done." He whispers in my ear as he gets up. "That was the most amazing sex scene of my life, I could've sworn you guys were really making love under there!" The director says to me and James making us both awkwardly laugh.

Getting up quickly, I walk past the amazed looks from my 'performance' and walk back to my trailer. What the fuck did I just do. I can feel my cheeks get flushed at the embarrassed thoughts. In one swift motion, my hand gets pulled from behind me, spinning me around and making my back slam flat onto the side of James's trailer. He stands in front of me, his eyes dark, filled with desire.

I grab his face and pull him down towards me inclosing his lips within mine. He pulls away, grabbing my wrist and pulling me into his trailer, closing the door behind him. His hands are quickly on my body, pulling off my robe and genital guard, cupping my tits. He discards his robe and genital guard, pulling me against him, and walking backward until the backs of his legs hit the couch, sitting down. Placing me right on his cock, I straddle his lap, kissing up his neck and jaw making him let out low moans of satisfaction.

I start grinding against the base of his dick, spreading my juices up his cock. "Yeah, you wanna ride it?" He says to me, licking his lips and smirking. I nod my head, giving him a devilish smile. His hands caressed my thighs and hips, guiding me as I grinded on his hard cock. He grabbed his cock, dragging it through my slit and rubbing circles on my clit with his tip, making me throw my head back in pleasure. "Fuck me." I let out breathlessly.

He brings his dick to my entrance and I slam my hips down making him let out a low groan. I start riding him fast and hard, my tits bouncing in his face. "yeah you fucking dirty whore, take it." He says to me between moans, digging his fingers into my hips, making me whimper. He grabs my jaw, turning my head. "Look at me. Look at me as you ride my fucking cock." He says to me, squeezing my jaw with his large hand. I lean in closer, smashing my lips against his.

He kisses me forcefully, biting my bottom lip as he pulls away from me. "Yes, James ah." I start moaning, loudly, wanting to close my eyes in pleasure but keeping eye contact. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth releasing moans and cuss words. "Fuck I'm coming close," I say to him, becoming tired and sloppier as I ride him. He grabs my lower back and flips my back onto the couch. Now he's on top of me, fucking me with so much force.

I was practically screaming in pleasure. He leans in closer, making his body flush against mine and pulling my hair. I whimper loudly, cumming all over his cock at the time as he finishes inside of me. He quickly pulls out of me, grabbing the box of tissues and cleaning up. He looks me in my eyes for a second as he's cleaning me and see a moment of sincerity in there.

"Sorry for yelling at you," I say to him quietly."Which time?" He says to me, smiling. "Shut up" I smile back covering my hands with my face. "Sorry for calling you a cunt." He says in a serious tone. "You're just saying that because you were just inside of me." I start laughing to myself making him start laughing too. Maybe James isn't so bad after all?

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine James Franco letting you stay overnight.

You looked so peaceful, lying there in his bed. James had dreamed about seeing you there, like this, for months now, barely holding back the reins on his feelings. It was completely innocent, you were over with a couple of other people, you had some drinks, your ride home flaked on you so James said that you could stay over and you took his bed since it was more comfortable than the couch, which he took like a gentleman. You hadn’t even been drunk, just tipsy. He could have called you an Uber of course but - he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to have you here longer.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. You seemed to notice his presence somehow, sense it, because you started to stir, stretching your arms and your legs, smacking your lips and then finally opened your eyes to see him. Your head tilted with confusion as it took you a couple of seconds to remember where you were, and why you were there.

“Mornin,” You said with a smile that he felt right in his heart like a bullet. He could get used to your raspy voice saying that to him every morning.

“Morning,” He said in return, his mouth feeling a little dry. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, fine,” You nodded, sitting up, and then stretched your arms again, out to the side. It was just so damn cute. “No hangover, thankfully I didn’t drink enough,” you laughed.

“Good, that’s good,” He nodded. “I was thinking we could head out for breakfast or something. I don’t have much-”

“In a minute,” You said, averting your eyes from him to look to the digital alarm clock next to his bed. Your nose wrinkled. “It’s Sunday, we are not waking up at nine o’clock on a fucking Sunday. Get in here.”

He couldn’t believe it. You. Were in. His bed. Beckoning him now. His feet moved as his brain caught up, and he jumped into his own bed beside you, bouncing on his back, making you laugh. He shuffled his way up to the pillow, resting his head on it. You, however, decided to forgo the pillow and rested your head upon his chest. He suddenly felt nervous about you hearing his heartbeat like that. It must be beating fast, while his brain was feeling like it was overheating, a mess on both sides.

“You’re cozy,” You mumbled into his tank top. “We should do this again. Night Jamesy.”

“Morning, y/n,” He chuckled, unable to close his eyes, just watching you tuck back in, and feeling like the luckiest guy in all of LA.

Requested by: Anonymous

[love-hatred-stuff]

There has to be more stuff with James Franco??!!!!

I'm starving out here...

Guess I'll have to write myself then

[vampgal202]

Yes, Sir. (Professor James Franco x Female Student.)

summary: Temptations are hot, and so is Mr. F. Will U/n break under pressure even though he's her teacher? Will Mr. F feed into her fantasies, or is he really only feeding into his own?

Warnings: Smut, Teacher x student

His rough, calloused hands trailed up my thighs. My ass was pressed flat against the wall. His fingers played with the hem of my underwear under skirt. My breathing was ridged, it was caught in the back of my throat. He groped my ass hard making my back arch off the wall...

"Y/n?"

"Y/N?!"

My head shot up from my desk, the loud sound of the bell ringing fills my ears. Fuck, I fell asleep. "You slept through the whole class" I turn my head to see Mr. F leaning against his desk. God he's sexy. He was wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His arms were popping out of shirt as they were crossed over his chest. "I'm sorry Mr. F..." I didn't really know what to say to him. I had a late night last night and I spent the whole class dreaming about having sex with him. He just looked at me, I couldn't tell what he was thinking about but I knew that in this very moment I wanted him more than ever before. "Late night last night? Were you partying? Drinking? I know how you collage girls are." He says to me, that big smile on his face. By this time everyone in the classroom has cleared out, leaving only me and him. "Maybe..." I say back, keeping eye contact with him. He walks towards me, only couple inches away from my body. I stare up at him between my lashes, wetting my lips, hoping that he will do something. He drags his tongue around his mouth and pokes at the inside of his cheek.

Fuck it. I grab the front of his shirt and pull him down towards me, smashing his lips against mine. He freezes for a second until his hands roughly make his way through my hair. The kiss is rough, passionate, and sloppy. He grabs the back of my legs and hoists me up onto the desk behind me. I start to unbutton his shirt and he pulls away. "We cant. This is wrong." he says to me, running his hands though his hair. I can see he is so hard, he's practically busting through his pants. "C'mon it's okay, I won't tell anyone." He looks at me for a second until his lips are back on mine. He lifts my shirt off my body, reveling my bra and naked torso. His hands cup my breasts through my bra, making me pant harder into the kiss. My hands fiddle with the last button on his shirt until it's open. I pier up at his hard abs, pulling him closer between my legs. His bulge presses between my legs making me moan and breaking our kiss. His hand comes down in between us and starts rubbing my clit on top of my pants. Strings of curse words and moans fill the room. "Please just fuck me." I say to him.

He wastes no time pulling my pants off my body. He unbuckles his belt with one hand, in one swift motion. Reveling his hard cock. I lean back on my hands and spread my legs, letting him do all the work. He pulls my underwear to the side and slams himself in me, making my throw my head back. He starts fucking me, hard and rough making me cling onto his shoulders. "Fuck." he says under his breath followed by groans of pleasure. He brings his hand down again and starts playing with my clit with his thumb. This throws me over board causing me to let out a loud moan. "shh baby, we can't let anyone know our little secret." He whispers to me, his warm breath fanning over my ear. With every thrust I see his v line flex which makes me even more turned on by the second. His thrusts start to become slower, and sloppier, as he comes closer to finishing. He starts rubbing my clit faster than ever before and we both come undone at the same time. I watch as he throws his head back, his Adams apple vibrating from his moans. He pulls out of me and grabs paper towel to clean up. "Our little secret?" he says to me with a smile. "Yes Sir."

[love-hatred-stuff]

[vampgal202]

Best Friends Daddy (James Franco x Female reader)

Summary: When Y/n anticipates a night of school work and studying at her best friend Marsha's house. Her early appearance gets her caught up in a fantasy that she's been dreaming of for years.

idea inspired by @francosgf <3

Warnings: Smut, spitting, choking, degrading kink, praising kink, daddy kink.

It was currently 3:45pm. I was packing my backpack with all my sleepover essentials. Not bothering to fold anything, just stuffing everything in and hoping it zips up. I was staying the night at my friend Marsha's house tonight. Marsha is my best friend, she's smart, funny, and is also the most gorgeous girl in school. She definitely got her looks from her Dad. Everyone knows that Marsha's dad James is totally hot. He used to be an ex-cop or something. He could handcuff me any day.

"Y/n, what time are you going to Marshas?" The sound of my mom's voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I shoot my head up to be met with my mom standing at my door. "Uh, now? She told me to be there around dinner time but I'm sure it's cool if I come early." I respond back to my mom, zipping up my backpack in the process. "Okay, see you tomorrow."

***

I patiently wait for someone to answer the door after ringing the bell. My feet kick at the old 'welcome' mat placed in front of the door until I hear the door open. My head shoots up with a smile, expecting to be met with Marsha's wide grin. But to my surprise, her Dad James answers. "Oh, Y/n. Marsha and her Mom just went out to get some last-minute things for dinner." James says to me, giving me a warm closed mouth smile and motioning his hand to Marsha's missing car in the driveway. "No, worries. I can come back-" I respond, almost feeling embarrassed of my early appearance. "No, please come in." He cuts me off, moving his body to the side to let me in the door. I look up and flash him a smile, walking into the house.

"Do you wanna' help me get dinner started?" He says to me, closing the door behind us. "Yeah sure, let me just bring my bag upstairs," I respond, unhooking my backpack strap from my shoulder. "No please let me!" James insists grabbing my backpack out of my hands. "Thank you, Mr. Franco," I mutter back to him. "Please, call me James." He responds back, flashing me a wide grin and disappearing up the stairs.

The living room smelt like something was baking in the oven. "I'm getting started with dinner, wanna help?" I turn my head to see James coming down the stairs. "Yeah," I respond, following behind him to the kitchen. He was wearing a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and a brown cardigan. His body was firm and tall, practically towering over me. Once we got to the kitchen James started cutting vegetables lying on a cutting board. Not too long after the room was erupted in jokes and laughter. The sounds of boiling vegetables and the faint noise of the tv fill my ears. I was sitting on the counter simply doing nothing but keeping James company as he prepares dinner.

"And yeah, that's pretty much it." He says to me, wrapping up one of his cop stories and throwing a washcloth over his shoulder. "How old are you?" He asks me curiously, crossing his arms over his chest. "18," I respond, biting back a grin knowing I'm 17. His eyes scanned over my body. He walked closer to me. The tension was thick. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. His hands rubbed over my body, groping my thighs, hips, and my ass. His hands squeezed around my ass, lifting it off the counter and making me wrap my legs around his waist.

My hand trailed down to his boner in his pants, palming it, causing him to slam my back into the nearest wall. "You fucking dirty girl." He says to me closing his eyes and throwing his head back as I apply more pressure to his cock in his pants. He lets out throaty groans making me need him more than ever. "Fuck me, Daddy," I say to him, looking up at him through my lashes. He wasted no time pulling his cock out of his pants. It was thick and long, pre-cum dripping out his tip. His rough hands flipped up my skirt and moved my panties to the side. He dragged his two fingers through my pussy.

"Fuck you're so wet. If we weren't short on time I'd sprawl you out on that counter and eat your pussy right here." He says to me lowly. "Do it," I responded, daring him. His eyes darkened, and he hesitated for a second, staring at my pussy. In one swift motion, he grabbed my ass again, lifting me off the wall and planting my ass on the edge of the cold countertop. He got down on his knees, pulling my body closer to his face, thrusting his tongue inside of me. My hands immediately grabbed onto his hair, pulling at the root as I rode against his face.

"Oh yes." I was a moaning mess. His tongue fucked me hard. As I rode against his face, his nose nudged my clit each time, making me on the verge of screaming. "Fuck Daddy don't stop," I say, the feeling that I'm coming close starts building up in my stomach. But he pulls off my pussy. "I want you to cum on my cock like the whore you are," he says to me, lining his cock up to my entrance and slamming into me.

He fucked me hard and raw. His rough hand grabbed my jaw. "Open your mouth." He says to me, darkly. I obey, opening my mouth widely. He leans forward, spitting in my mouth and then pressing my jaw shut. A small grin appears on his face as he watches me swallow his spit. His hand made its way down from grabbing my jaw to holding my neck. His large hand covered my entire neck, lightly squeezing it. The pressure was a sensation I never thought I would like.

His other hand which was resting on my thigh, moved over to my clit, rubbing small circles on it. My moans were loud, I couldn't contain myself. "Good girl, you're such a good girl." He said to me, between his groans of pleasure. His low throaty moans were all it took to have me coming undone all over his cock. Shortly after James released inside of me, filling me up.

The room was quiet for a while. Our rapid breathing was the only thing I could hear. James looked up at me, gently moving the hair out of my face. "You okay?" he says to me, looking over my face. "Yeah," I say, giving him a warm smile. "Hold on stay there." He says to me, before pulling out of me and disappearing off somewhere.

He quickly came back with a towel in his hand. He gently cleaned me off and helped me off the counter. "Hey are you sleeping over here tonight?" he says to me curiously. "Yeah me and Marsha got some school work to cram in," I respond, fixing myself up. But James doesn't respond, just a mischievous smirk appears on his face before the sound of the front door opens.

[chaostudesstuff]

James Franco x Reader

Sm!t

Teacher James Franco x Student Reader

I watch as he puffs the cigarette and places it on the ashtray. "I heard you've been missing a few classes lately." He says avoiding eye contact. I slowly blow a bubble looking out the glass window. Seeing him already looking at me, I stare back at him. I stare at him making the bubble pop. "Pass the gum over" He told me. I rolled my eyes standing up from the desk and walking up to him. Standing there, I towered over his desk. He put his hand out and looked up at me. Looking straight at him, I opened my mouth and dropped it into his hand. "Happy?" I glanced up at him. He stares down at me for awhile and then clears his throat adjusting his glasses. I smirked as I walked back to the desk. "Since you continue to disobey the rules we will resort to detention every day of the week after school" He told me not caring at all. I laughed at his "joke" not believing one word. "Are you serious?" I asked him obliviously. He stares at me sternly. "So what will I do to make up for all the work?" I asked him. Taking afternoon classes with me, you'll be here until evening." I backed away from him. "In all due respect, Mr..."

"Franco" He corrects me. "Yeah, whatever, there must be another way. I have a life too, you know?" I replied. Taking a moment to run his hand through his hair, he sighs. "You know what to do when life gives you lemons?" he asked me. Make fucking lemonade. As I watched him, I bit my lip and thought of something. Turning around, I pull my top down, exposing more of my breasts. After pulling out my mini mirror, I fix my hair and quickly turn around. His attention was still focused on grading and rummaging through papers. I said quietly to myself, "This lemonade better be worth it.". I walked slowly beside his desk making him look up at me confused. "How about we cut the bullshit? We both know this isn't going to work." He pushes his glasses up from his nose crossing his arms. "How about you let me go and I'll do anything for what you need me to do?" I asked him seductively. He scoffs and looks away. "I'm not doing this with you" He told me sternly. "Doing what?" He tried to act confused. "You know exactly what I'm talking about" He told me. "Enlighten me please" I replied to him smiling. He sighed and got up from his seat. Once he got up he towered over me and got real close. "Don't try to fuck your way into having what you want" He warned me taking a drag of the cigarette. I stepped closer grabbing the cigarette out of his hands and throwing it to the ground. I smash it with my shoes as he watches me. "I mean you said it yourself, "when life gives you lemons" correct?" I take my jacket off showing my bare arms. "It's hot in here isn't it?" I asked sitting my jack on the chair and ensuring he noticed me. As I turned around, he was already behind me and pins my hands on the desk.

He breathed heavily and his mouth got closer to mine. He finally smashes his lips onto mine causing one of my hands move behind his neck. He deepens the kiss pulling me in more into his intense kiss. We continue to make out until my hand travels down to his chest pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants. We made eye contact as I unbutton his shirt until he backs away. "This is wrong, this is so wrong" He says running his hands through his hair. I bunch up his collar bringing him closer to me until he was right in between my thighs. "Trust me, you won't regret it" I whispered in his ear. I smashed my lips onto his again and take one of my hands into his pants. He groaned as I palmed his throbbing dick. He kisses and sucks my neck leaving dark purple hickeys. As I stroked his dck faster, I heard him moan in my ear. He grabbed my throat making me look at him. "Are you ready" He asked me. I look up at him with a smirk and pull him into a long kiss. As both bodies intertwine with each other. The moaning and groaning noises filled the empty classroom. It was like everything was in slow motion.

The end

[tinkerbelldetective]

It's pouring down rain. Traffic isn't any slower. The sidewalks are still dense. Your umbrella is doing the best it can.

You feel someone slip their fingers around your wrist and you whip around, prepsred to bash their head in with your umbrella, but still as Harry Osborn's pretty brown eyes meet yours.

"Do you want a ride home?"

"I can walk."

Harry's eyes drop, his shoulders tensing, his grip loosening from your wrist. Truth is, yes, you would, but something is stopping you. You slip out of his hold in order to grab his hand, his eyes widening for a split second.

"Walk with me?"

Harry Osborn smiles, an amazing and showstopping, the cherry topping on a sundae kind of smile. It's one you miss. It's one you cherish.

He laces your fingers together, a chuckle low in his throat. He easily weaves in and out of the crowds with you, eyes soft, the way they were when he was happy.

The sidewalk has cleared significantly by the time you make it almost home, and he tugs you to a stop, the rain still falling down in small drops upon your umbrella.

"Harry, what are you-"

"I'm tired of waiting. I love you. You're the last good thing I have."

His fingers tighten involuntarily around your own, and you drop the umbrella, splashing your feet as it lands in a puddle.

"What are you waiting for, Harry?"

A smile that could light up the city crosses over his face before he rushes towards you. His hands move to cup your cheeks firmly, pulling you closer as his lips move against yours, rain pouring down over the two of you. Your fingers rising up to run through his hair at the base of his neck.

He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead on yours, breath fanning across your face.

"I love you too," you breathe, your fingers still playing with the brown curls.

[uuuhhhmmmmmmmmidk]

Volviendo a ver la pelicula de El Planeta de los Simios: Revolucion, me di cuenta en esta escena al final de la pelicula, que Cesar es igual de alto que Will (en este caso el actor James Franco el cual mide 1.80 cm segun google). Tal vez este unos centimetros mas abajo de Will, imagino 1.78 cm o 1.77 cm.

Lo digo por que siempre crei que Cesar era muchisimo mas bajito llegando tal vez al pecho de un hombre adulto jaja. Pero ahora veo que no y que realmente es alto.

O tal vez este equivocada o algo asi ajsjjsjs pero me gusta pensar que Cesar realmente es alto cuando esta parado en sus dos patas traseras. (🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦)

Por cierto, hize esto comparando la altura de Cesar con alguien que mideo 1.60, asi queeeee 🫦🫦🫦

Agrege otro pero con la altura de Andy Serkis, en caso de que Cesar mida eso ajajajsjaj

[sillylittlejellyfish]

Hello and Masterlist !!

This is kind of my presentation since I didn't make one before 😭 and I'll add my masterlist here too!

Hii! My name's Ana and I love Harry Potter and the marauders. Up there it is a moodboard of part of my vibes (just in case u guys wanted to see). I am the biggest Sirius kinnie of this universe, I could say I'm the Sirius from this universe, I mean I had practically the same heartbreak as Sirius (with a Remus kinnie lol). I'm in a lot more of fandoms too,maybe I'll talk more about them in the future 🫶🏻

Also, english is not my first language,so I'm sorry for any grammar error!

Masterlist

Percy Jackson

Harry Potter

Marauders

Outer banks

F1 (Formula One)

Stranger things

Supernatural

Fear Street

The Walking Dead

Dead Poets Society (coming soon)

Gilmore Girls (coming soon)

Themes I'll write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Others...

You can ask for another characters as long as I know then, but from these above, y'all can ask for any one and any theme!! You can make your requests here (or in each masterlist) or in my profile! I think that's it!

Kisses,

from your favorite star ⭐🤍

[c6nstantine]

send me thots for eric draven (the crow) randall ‘pink’ floyd & mitch kramer (dazed and confused) cillian murphy characters, keanu reeves characters, james franco characters, carmy berzatto, river phoenix characters <33

i <3 anything 80s, 90s so please send me thoughts about anything!! dreaming about ted logan and johnny utah rn…

also in love w saw franchise and amanda young so send me saw thoughts & theories etc!!

i’ll also make icons for any character of your choice 💋

[vampgal202]

Camp Counselor. (James Franco x Female reader.)

summary: When Y/n jumps at an opportunity to be a camp counselor at James Francos Acting Camp for the second year in a row, she doesn't expect that the A-list celebrity had his eye on her all this time.

idea inspired by @erot-ica <3

Warnings: smoking, smut, drunk sex, praising kink

The siren sound of an "alarm" fills the whole camp, signaling it was time to get up. I audibly groaned as the sound blared through the counselor cabin. We were only a few weeks into the summer and I still wasn't used to that sound. For the second summer in a row, I decided to pick up a job at James Francos Acting Camp. It was an amazing opportunity from the start, as soon as I heard about it, I knew I needed to apply to be a counselor.

The only real qualifications were that we had to know a decent amount about acting literature, we had enough experience in acting, and we would be open-minded mentors. The whole aspect of the camp was to teach young teens acting techniques, and how to build yourself a career and domain.

The camp was of course run by the one and only James Franco. He would make a weekly appearance to give tips, and tricks, and help some of the counselors teach a tough course. Considering he was the expert, his peace of mind was much needed in most cases. Last summer, when it was my first time counseling here, James helped me throughout all my classes. There was a rumor between the counselors that James and I fucked, which didn't happen. Although I wished it did.

Today James was making his weekly appearance which was exciting, maybe me and him could catch up. "Get up bitch, we got kids to teach and you got a daddy to fuck." I turn my head to see one of my closest counselor friends, Marissa getting ready, smiling at me. "I am not fucking James, never have and never will," I respond putting my pillow on top of my face to block out the sunshine. I could hear Marrisa walk over to my bunk, pulling the pillow off my face. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart." She says to me, smirking.

***

"Did you see the face that kid made when he was trying to impersonate the godfather?" Marrisa says to me, holding her stomach laughing. "Stop Marrissa, you're gonna get us caught," I respond back to her trying to hold in my laugh. We just finished our first class of the day, and we are now on break, smoking a joint behind one of the cabins. "Ladies..." I turn my head quickly to see James walking towards us, butting out the joint and throwing the roach. "Hello, James." Marrisa and I both say in unison. He was now standing in front of us, a smile on his face.

"I heard tonight there's gonna be a bonfire party down by the lake." He says to us, flicking his eyes between us. "Yeah, are you gonna be there Mr Franco?" Marrisa says, smiling at him. He laughs shaking his head. "I'm not sure. Will you be there Y/n?" He looks at me, waiting for my response. "Yeah, maybe," I respond, feeling nervous under his stare. "See you guys tonight." He says to us, looking me up and down and not giving Marissa another look, walking off. "Oh, he wants to fuck you." She says to me nudging my shoulder. "Shut up..." I say, forcing back a smile.

***

"What are you girls wearing to the bond fire tonight?" I say to the girls in my cabin, looking through my options. The day is done and it is now night. The kids are in bed sound asleep but we counselors are ready to party. "I am trying to look as whorish as possible, I heard James is gonna be there tonight." I hear one of the girls in the cabin say. "Yeah, but good luck the only piece of ass he wants is this one right here." I feel Marissa grab my ass as she walks past me, making me laugh. "Here wear this." Marrisa throws a bright red bikini halter top at me and a pair of jean shorts. "That ought to get his attention." She says devilishly.

The beach is packed with counselors when we get there. Everyone has a drink in their hand. People's drunk bodies are buried in the sand. It wasn't long before I am like that too. About 6 drinks later I'm hammered. The whole time I was looking for James but I couldn't find him, so I gave up, laying in the warm sand and closing my eyes. It was peaceful until I felt a large hand grab my hip. Making me shoot my eyes open.

It's Jared, the gross, scum bag counselor. All the girls hate him because not only is he super misogynistic, he used to seriously beat on his last girlfriend who worked here. "Ew get the fuck off of me Jared," I say trying to pry out of his hold. His body lays in the sand next to me, trying to get me to lie on top of him. "c'mere baby." his words are slurred, he's even more drunk than me. This is when I realized that this fucker can't take no for an answer. "Get off," I say more sternly. His hand trails down the side of my hip. "Get the fuck out of here Jared." I hear I familiar voice say.

I look up to see James standing over us. "Whatever buddy," Jared says, standing up and almost falling over. "You're fired too, buddy." James says to him mimicking Jared's voice when he says "Buddy." I start bursting out laughing. James reaches his hand out helping me up off the sand. "Thank you," I say, drunkenly smiling and hugging him. I could tell James was a little drunk too, his breath smelt like booze and his demeanor was much more relaxed and playful. "come on." He says to me, hooking his arm under my leg and carrying me bridal style.

I start laughing again, studying his face as he carries me. There was a smile plastered on his face. He was wearing a blue button-up shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, revealing his chest. His hair was messy, and his eyes were low. But a large smile was plastered on his face. He smelt like men's cologne, cigarettes, and booze. I wasn't sure where he was taking me, but we were now off the beach, walking through the trail toward the counselor cabins. I felt my eyes close for a bit but they reopened once I felt him stop.

We were on the porch of my cabin. He puts my feet down back on the ground. "You okay?" He says to me, looking at my face. But I didn't say anything at all, I just kissed him. My hand grabbed his shirt, pulling him down closer to my mouth, kissing him intensely. His tongue swirled around my mouth. The taste of beer and vodka was laced in our kiss. He pushed my body back against the door, opening it. The cabin was dark, both of us stumbling over shoes and items left on the floor. I broke the kiss turning the cabin light on and pulling him over to my bed.

Laying flat on my back on the bed James crawls between my legs kissing me while his hands run through my hair. He pulls back staring at my body sprawled on the bed. He looks at me, slowly pulling my shorts off my ass and discarding them onto the floor. He unbuttons his shirt revealing his toned abs and chest. I sit up grabbing his face in my hands and kissing him harshly. "I want you to fuck me, so hard I can't breathe Mr Franco," I whisper in his ear. My words were strung out and drunk, and so were his, I knew I would regret saying that later.

He looked at me smirking, taking my words as a challenge. He pulled me fully onto his lap straddling him. He quickly unbuttoned his belt and his pants revealing his cock. It was big and thick. "You think you can take that?" He says to me laughing as I stare at his dick mesmerized. I lick my lips, nodding my head. He grabs my hips, moving my underwear to the side and slamming my hips down. The stretch around his cock was almost unbearable.

His cock hit my G-spot right away making me let out a loud moan. He didn't let me do any of the work. Grabbing hips and fucking my body on and off his dick. "Fuck, you're such a good girl." He says to me gripping my hips harder. The pace he was fucking me was brutal. It wasn't long before that familiar feeling was building up inside of me, indicating I was coming close.

But all of a sudden we heard noises. The sound of rustling outside both made me and James perk up. Indicating someone was about to enter the cabin. He pulled out of me and grabbed my hand pulling me into the bathroom and flicking the light on. Someone entered the cabin and must've gone right to bed considering the noises were short-lived. I was standing now in front of the bathroom sink, James standing behind me.

His hand ran up back, pushing it down to sit my ass on his dick behind me. I watch in the mirror as he pulls his dick out, keeping eye contact with me. I watch myself shudder as he drags his sensitive dick through my folds. I could see his eyes flutter shut and his jaw goes slack at the sensation. Catching me off guard he slams his dick in me. Once again holding onto my hips and fucking me on and off his dick. He never broke eye contact, staring at me in the mirror as he fucks me harshly.

His hand curls around me, attaching to my clit. I started to moan, forgetting the fact of the sleeping person in the other room. James leaned forward, putting his mouth against my ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock. Don't say another word." He says to me sternly. His voice was hoarse and deep, making me want to moan just from his words. His fingers started applying more pressure on my clit, making me let out small whimpers under my breath.

His other hand leaves my hip, moving up back and grabbing a fist full of my hair, pulling it so my body was against his chest. His mouth is now next to my ear. "I've wanted to do this to you the moment I laid my eyes on you." He whispers in my ear, still keeping eye contact through the mirror. My back was now completely flat against his chest, his dick still thrusting in and out of me, and his long fingers rubbing my clit. I can't even see straight, my body is filled with so much pleasure. "Cum for me," he says lowly. Rubbing my clit rough and fast making me come undone.

I am a mess, I can't even say a coherent sentence at this point. My vision is almost blurry as I cum all over his cock. I watch in the mirror as he throws his head back and releases inside of me, making him let out strings of moans in my ear. My body leans forward, grabbing onto the sink in front of me as he pulls out. He reaches over grabs toilet paper and bends down. He cleans my thighs and body gently.

He stands up cleaning himself off. My eyes are now closed my head hung between my shoulders. I grip the sink, exhausted. "You okay," he says to me. Rubbing my arms and kissing my shoulder. I turn around to face him, smiling. I lean in, kissing his lips deeply, breathing him in. He pulls back, looking at me like some beautiful creature. "Go rest. I got to get back to my cabin before anyone sees me." He says, giving me one last kiss on my lips and leaving the bathroom. Well, I guess Marissa called it because I just got fucked by James fucking Franco.

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part 2

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Bad Blood

♥ masterlist | request rules | based on this request

♥ pairing: franco colapinto x fem!driver!reader

♥ synopsis: tensions started rising in the williams garage when bad strategies pitted you and your teammate, franco against each other. after spotting him in a bar the night of a race the two of you bonded over your shared bad result. 

♥ one-shot - wc: 1.6k

♥ as always none of the pictures are mine <3

♥ warnings: swearing, drinking, and vaguely suggestive !!!

♥ a/n: rivals to lovers + forced proximity, go nuts babe. btw there’s some salty team vibes so i just wanna say i love williams (except james) this is purely for the plot lol

“Plan B, Y/n. Plan B,” you engineer said on the radio of your car.

”Is Franco undercutting me?” you asked, shifting down into a corner.

“We think this is the best decision point-wise.”

“You’re joking.”

“Y/n stick to the strategy, you’ll get your time eventually.” they responded.

“No this is bullshit. What advantage are you giving him? He can’t chase down Kmag any better than I can—at least he doesn’t have the pace right now. I don’t see why you’re making him the priority.”

You reached the end of the main straight watching as your teammate exited the pit lane in front of you.

He was on hard tires, an extremely odd choice for the end of this race. You were trying to complete the last 20 laps on softs while your teammate tried to make up positions on the opposite compound. Wait why the fuck would they put him on those tires? If they were aiming for an undercut, they were certainly going to fail with this strategy. 

You dove down into the apex and collided with Franco, who was turning in front of you. You both spun out into the gravel, ending your race. 

It was always like this. Somehow you always found yourself competing against Franco no matter where you went. 

“Fuck,” you yelled on the radio as you threw your HANS device outside of the car. 

“Are you okay?” your engineer questioned.

“Yup, yeah I’m fine.” you responded. 

The Williams team could hear faint breathing from Franco. 

“Is she ok?” he asked. 

“Yes, are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

-

You scrolled through your phone in your driver's room, coming across a couple of posts about the situation.

@fcswife “is she okay?” FRANCO THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 😭❤️

@charlesgf16 she really has zero respect for franco huh?

@francodefender1 how could anyone hate him? 😩

You rolled your eyes and clicked off the device, throwing it onto a different cushion on the couch. You were going to need a drink. 

-

Later that night you retreated to a bar you were unfamiliar with. A couple of F2 drivers in your circle mentioned it in passing and considering you couldn't fluently speak the language of the country you were visiting, you hoped to run into a few people you knew.

The room was dark, loud, and packed. You could hear music playing over the sound of dozens of drunk voices. You pushed your way through the crowd of people towards the front of the bar in order to get a drink.

You spotted a familiar face when you arrived. To your dismay it was the only person you wished not to talk to at that moment. His brown curls were immediately identifiable and if that wasn't enough, the fluorescent lighting illuminated his face, drawing your eyes towards the small mole on his cheek.

You looked around for a place to avoid him, but all the booths were taken and the only open bar stool was the one next to Franco.

Because of course it was.

You sighed and took the seat next to him, trying your hardest to avoid eye contact.

"A bottle of Dom Perignon please," you asked, causing Franco to snort.

“What?” you shifted your gaze towards him.

“Champagne is for winners,” he said, looking you straight in the eye.

It wasn’t like he was incorrect. Champagne was for the podium—but you had a long day and it was time to treat yourself. Regardless, you rolled your eyes at the man’s comment.

Franco waved over the bartender to get a glass and help himself to the bottle of alcohol.

“You can venmo me,” you said only half joking as he poured himself some champagne.

A small tv in the corner of the bar had a replay of the race and press.

”There were a lot of emotions definitely, uhm I think the decisions tire wise for the strategy weren’t great. It’s frustrating to see the prioritization of your teammate but I guess I have no input on whether that goes to me or Franco each race. We had a rough week overall as a team but I hope we can bounce back.”

“As much as I hate to agree with you… you were right. Both our strategies were fucked.” he said referencing your post race interview, “They screwed us both.”

The two of you never really got along, but at least neither blamed each other for the crash. It was just a racing incident and it didn’t have to prevent you from finally having a civil conversation with Franco.

“To screwing us both,” you smiled while raising your glass of champagne, eliciting a chuckle out of him.  

He clinked his cup to yours with a smirk and took a small sip. 

From that point on your distaste for him slowly started to die down and you began to have a mutual understanding.

-

The next race went over far smoother than the last. Franco ended up in P5 with you right behind him in P6; an incredible result for the two of you and the team.

You jumped out of your car and strolled your way over to his. The camera picked up on you patting his helmet and mumbling something.

Of course this was going to be all your media feed would show for the next few days.

-

That night you found yourself at a far more tame pub than the last.

“From the gentleman across the bar,” a server said, causing you to look up from your phone and towards the direction he was pointing. 

Franco was leaning against the counter with a grin. He raised his eyebrows quickly and waved.

You took a sip of the cold blue drink in front of you and waved back. His eyes stayed locked on you as you pulled out your phone and unblocked a number.

You 

is there red bull in this? 

+1800******

yea 

You got a text back immediately, prompting you to change the contact name. 

You

i think that’s a sin

Franco

oh?

You

yea if i can’t drive it i shouldn’t be drinking it  

Franco

i guess it’s too bad williams doesn’t make energy drinks

You

come sit with me

-

Tensions were still high on track between the two of you but the minute race weekend was over it was like someone flipped a switch.

A few weeks flew by and people started to notice your behavior towards Franco. By now there were probably dozens of pictures of you looking very cozy together at parties, but not getting along at the circuits or simply ignoring each other in the paddock.

Of course people were getting suspicious. Maybe this was a ruse to keep your relationship a secret? Maybe it was all staged for Netflix. Or maybe—you two didn’t really know what you were.

-

“Che,” a voice called out to you in spanish, instantly grabbing your attention.

You spotted Franco in a booth at the back of the club. It was far darker in that corner, but with the flashing lights and loud music you were glad he picked a more secluded area.

The building was full with the familiar faces of drivers and team members.

”Look at you,” he said, impressed.

You laughed and did a small spin, showing off your dress. You knew he’d liked it and by the memory you had earlier this evening, it seemed as though a lot of people would.

”Another date with Franco, huh?” Kika smirked while putting on some dangly earrings. “It’s not a date,” you protested. She spun her body around to face you. “This,” she gestured to your outfit. “Is for a date.”

You slid into the booth next to him, setting your black clutch purse beside you.

Franco’s hand firmly grabbed your thigh to steady himself as he shifted closer towards you. Your eyes darted down to the action but he didn’t seem to notice. His grip loosened as he settled and he started rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.

A small hum escaped your lips, barely audible over the music and voices, but there was no way in hell your soft noises wouldn’t catch his attention.

”¿Esto está bien?” (is this ok?) he asked in a whisper, causing you to only nod.

His face moved closer to yours, and you wasted no time cupping his cheeks in your hands, and connecting your lips.

You melted into the kiss knowing damn well you daydreamed about this an embarrassing amount.

His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, tasting the gloss you applied earlier. You opened your mouth to allow him entrance and he dragged his fingertips further up the inside of your thigh.

Franco moved down to your neck leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses. His index and middle fingers brushed the lace of your lingerie, causing him to smirk against you.

“Stand up,” he demanded. He slipped out of the booth and pulled you onto your feet. You grabbed your clutch as he guided you through the crowd, hand-in-hand.

He opened the chiming door and the two of you stepped onto the wet cobblestone. Your heels clicked on the ground as he guided you to his car in the rain.

He pulled open the passenger seat door for you.

“Wow, we weren’t even in there a couple of minutes,” you stated.

“I think we’ve had enough time to talk… quiero llevarte a casa…” (i want to take you home) he leaned down and mumbled to you.

“O en este caso mi hotel,” (or in this case my hotel) “unless you’d rather go back inside..” he trailed off.

You shook your head in protest to his last works and a light chuckle slipped through his lips.

”Alright then,” he smirked, getting into the drivers seat.